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The drip, drip, drip of scarlet time, Time
Scatters the voices of dead stars, Stars Through corridors of cold hydrogen, Hydrogen That resound with the shrieks of death. Death Reverberates across the ebony void, Void Scatters atoms of oxygen, Oxygen Exhaled by interstellar beings, Beings Whose lungs cannot take a free breath. Breath Exhaled into the interstellar medium, Medium When creatures of their own kind, Kind Removed the protective helmets, Helmets That let them inhale life’s pure breath. Breath Exhaled in halls of interstellar time, Time Stains red molecules of cold hydrogen. Hydrogen
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